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The Blackmail

Auteur: Percy Sparks
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-26 21:45:44

Adrian’s POV

Something is wrong with Ava Sinclair.

I know it the second she steps onto the executive floor the next morning. The air changes around her before she even reaches her desk. Most people would never notice it. To everyone else, she looks exactly the same—elegant, composed, impossible to read.

But I notice.

Because after last night, my attention tracks her automatically now, like instinct sharpening into obsession. And because Ava only becomes this controlled when something undern
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